HISTORIAS DEL BARRIO english Historias del barrio ENGLISH | Page 3

And it all began in
the summer of 1980,
the summer when we
began to live more
quickly than most
other boys our age.
Whenever Benjamín used to come round
to see me I would always be drawing.
That was what I liked to do the most:
draw. I would hear him calling my name
from the street.
Gabiiiiii!
Gabi!
He almost
always had to
call out more
than once.
Then I
would look
down from
the balcony.
What?
My bike’s
got a
puncture.
Let’s go to
the arcade
then.
Coming
down?
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